Weekend stroll. We booked a hotel room in a charming and picturesque. Three little stars sparkle on the door. We were received with warmth and simplicity, then escorted to our room.
Froufrou lock, the door opens and I close instantly. An artificial flood of information hit my face, my brain shrivels up and cut my nose to the network. But in the split second needed to block the flow, I still have time to identify an Eau d'Issey, particularly embedded in the cucumber juice canned.
alarm and panic: I'm not going to sleep in such an uproar smell!
And yet, as the room is lovely with its lovely view over the park, the bathroom perfect, harmonious décor, perfect composition for glossy magazine. But loud perfume. Absurd and haunting. The employee left the room very happy for having made us discover a well-ordered if and when the door closed, my radar is switched on. Nose in the air, I try to locate the fragrance in a corner of the ceiling. In fact, he sits on a table: a bunch of spaghetti, planted in a long elegant vase, bathed in a green liquid and pulse generously a ball of invisible swirls, forming a savory salad indigestible pebbles, flowers lotus and sticks drifted by ocean currents. Calonne, salicylates, and a large dose of nonadienal. I catch the object of the offense with fingertips and shoo out at the other end of the terrace. The window will remain open all night while we dine with our friends. The room was cold when we returned, the smell is always present. I fell asleep, his face stuck in my T-shirt. Cuddly and calm in my nose. Before sinking, I thought to my father on these trips, often envelops his pillow with his shirt because he hardly bear the smell of the local laundry! I remember a little fun of him. But here I am finally my turn trapped by the nose. My sense of smell becomes, over time, more and more sensitive. Or we have a small inner diva in Ellena?
The next day we were invited to lunch in a restaurant in the heart of the old city of Geneva. We cross the threshold quietly chatting and other things, but suddenly I interrupt my babbling, because an entire team of Rugby Man After the game, takes me in his arms and embraces me vigorously. In fact, an extraordinary smell of sweat hot, wet socks and urine grabs fresh, full nose cheese melted, browned garlic and white wine boiled. Yum. I had forgotten that the city feels the foot when the first cold. Facts Winter terribly pervasive, that my childhood memory has emerged without qualms, as soon as we left the area. Probably because I did not like the cheese fondue at the time. Oppressive smell, bitter tart white wine, and pieces of stale bread: nothing that can not win, so my appetite a little girl. Since I changed my mind, but I regret to always keep track thick on my skin and my clothes. Yes, yes, a Diva, I tell you that no longer supports or perfumes too elaborate and noisy hotels, nor the simple and invigorating aromas of good food a little ... vulgar? That does not stop me from devouring my meal. Yum! And change me later. With a lot of clothes to the laundry scented "ouste krapoto" and "greedy schlingueur" to regain a calibrated neutral as it should since the 70's: white musk and flaps surfactant aldehyde cruelly. Faute de mieux ...
Oops! I forgot to leave the hotel to report on the table in the room, scented bouquet of spaghetti.
For Clothilde, Gabriel and Alex. Again thank you for this weekend
Thanks to Helen for giving me the idea of "spaghetti" porous osier rods, which by capillary action, suck and spread very effectively liquid perfume.
Finally, this text is dedicated to all "sissy" of Blair, myself included!
Froufrou lock, the door opens and I close instantly. An artificial flood of information hit my face, my brain shrivels up and cut my nose to the network. But in the split second needed to block the flow, I still have time to identify an Eau d'Issey, particularly embedded in the cucumber juice canned.
alarm and panic: I'm not going to sleep in such an uproar smell!
And yet, as the room is lovely with its lovely view over the park, the bathroom perfect, harmonious décor, perfect composition for glossy magazine. But loud perfume. Absurd and haunting. The employee left the room very happy for having made us discover a well-ordered if and when the door closed, my radar is switched on. Nose in the air, I try to locate the fragrance in a corner of the ceiling. In fact, he sits on a table: a bunch of spaghetti, planted in a long elegant vase, bathed in a green liquid and pulse generously a ball of invisible swirls, forming a savory salad indigestible pebbles, flowers lotus and sticks drifted by ocean currents. Calonne, salicylates, and a large dose of nonadienal. I catch the object of the offense with fingertips and shoo out at the other end of the terrace. The window will remain open all night while we dine with our friends. The room was cold when we returned, the smell is always present. I fell asleep, his face stuck in my T-shirt. Cuddly and calm in my nose. Before sinking, I thought to my father on these trips, often envelops his pillow with his shirt because he hardly bear the smell of the local laundry! I remember a little fun of him. But here I am finally my turn trapped by the nose. My sense of smell becomes, over time, more and more sensitive. Or we have a small inner diva in Ellena?
The next day we were invited to lunch in a restaurant in the heart of the old city of Geneva. We cross the threshold quietly chatting and other things, but suddenly I interrupt my babbling, because an entire team of Rugby Man After the game, takes me in his arms and embraces me vigorously. In fact, an extraordinary smell of sweat hot, wet socks and urine grabs fresh, full nose cheese melted, browned garlic and white wine boiled. Yum. I had forgotten that the city feels the foot when the first cold. Facts Winter terribly pervasive, that my childhood memory has emerged without qualms, as soon as we left the area. Probably because I did not like the cheese fondue at the time. Oppressive smell, bitter tart white wine, and pieces of stale bread: nothing that can not win, so my appetite a little girl. Since I changed my mind, but I regret to always keep track thick on my skin and my clothes. Yes, yes, a Diva, I tell you that no longer supports or perfumes too elaborate and noisy hotels, nor the simple and invigorating aromas of good food a little ... vulgar? That does not stop me from devouring my meal. Yum! And change me later. With a lot of clothes to the laundry scented "ouste krapoto" and "greedy schlingueur" to regain a calibrated neutral as it should since the 70's: white musk and flaps surfactant aldehyde cruelly. Faute de mieux ...
Oops! I forgot to leave the hotel to report on the table in the room, scented bouquet of spaghetti.
For Clothilde, Gabriel and Alex. Again thank you for this weekend
Thanks to Helen for giving me the idea of "spaghetti" porous osier rods, which by capillary action, suck and spread very effectively liquid perfume.
Finally, this text is dedicated to all "sissy" of Blair, myself included!
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